The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The surrounding vegetation withered, the square became dilapidated, and **** feathers were scattered on the ground. The figure with his back turned to him was kneeling on the ground at this moment, his body trembling, and what seemed to be tearing from his mouth?

The white church became mottled, with large stains and cracks appearing on the surface of the walls, and vines as thick as blood-red fingers were in the gaps.

Dangdang.

The dull bell rang non-stop, the sound penetrated the eardrum and penetrated deep into the brain, making people irritable.

Sigmon walked forward, and the figure kneeling on the ground didn't seem to hear the movement behind him until Sigmon brushed past him.

At this moment, the figure suddenly sprang up like a wild beast, his jawbone opened enormously, and his protruding eyeballs were full of madness.

Bang!

With a random kick, the collarbone was shattered, and the beast-like figure flew out nearly ten meters and fell to the ground, dead. The next second, the opponent's body turned into a plume of black smoke, and was pulled into the depths of the church in a whirl. .

Walking forward, Sigmon came to the door of the gray-black church, the steps were covered with fallen leaves, and the passage behind the main door seemed to lead to the underground abyss.

The hooves were brisk, and two steeds drove the carriage to Sigmon's side, and took out the weapons from the carriage and took them with them.

This is the nightmare edge of the red neck, which is equivalent to a strange spiritual world. Normally, Sigmund's weapons cannot appear as a spiritual carrier.

But with the Nightmare Wagon as a transformation, Sigmund can actually make his weapon appear on the edge of other people's nightmares.

Holding a gun in his left hand and a pole in his right hand, he walked into the black passage.

There were muffled whispers in the ears, the passage was not completely dark, and there were rows of delicate murals hanging on the walls next to it.

He saw the birth of a child, was baptized in a country that believed in the goddess of the morning sun, grew up and learned, and then naturally became a priest.

That child grew up, completed enlightenment, and became an extraordinary person. With the improvement of his strength, he began to gradually come into contact with... the truth of the world.

The darkness before the dawn is so pure, there is so much evil hidden in places where the dawn cannot shine.

Faith collapsed. In the face of all this, a devout believer looked into his heart for the first time, and two paths appeared in front of him.

It is unconditional belief.

Still awake and crazy.

He chose the third way, completely closed his heart, and let his ** live like a dead body before thinking about this problem clearly.

Seeing all this, Sigmon also guessed the cause of the matter.

Before that, he had been exposed to many extraordinary events out of control, Bennett's hysteria, Albert's inner struggle, and Pablo, who suffered from the erosion of evil forces.

But the man in front of him was different from them.

He is awake and insane.

Because his loss of control was not due to the accumulation of his own negative emotions, but the ray of light he had always believed in chasing was extinguished.

It was the collapse of faith.

Walking through the long dark corridor, what appeared in front of Sigmon was a standard church of the Goddess of Dawn. A man in a tattered red robe was kneeling on the ground. No, it was not a red robe, but a red robe stained with blood. white.

And the chaotic whispers Sigmon heard before came from the man in front of him.

He knelt down on the ground, his back bare, raised his hands, accompanied by the sound of clattering, the bone whip slapped his back, and the flesh and blood spattered, revealing the bones.

Breathe in.

The injuries on the back were slowly merging, and then the next round of beating came. Repeating this, the man was always in extreme pain.

Beside him, on the floor, was a large pile of long whips made of various materials, a dense mass, an astonishing number.

In front of the man stood a stone statue of the Goddess of Dawn. Like an ordinary church, the face of the Goddess of Dawn was blurred, but the original position of the eyes was cut through, and there was turbid blood oozing out.

"Dawn, Faith, Light..."

The man muttered in a low voice, sometimes happy and sometimes painful, but more confused.

The Oracle Church in this world is completely different from the religious organization Sigmon remembered before.

In the final analysis, this is a powerful extraordinary organization, and extraordinary means trampling and destroying the rules. What they believe in is not some lofty idea, but a... God.

God is real in this world.

He seemed to hear the footsteps behind him, and the man stopped torturing himself. He turned around slowly, revealing a strange face.

His face was crazy, but his eyes were calm like a lake.

Red Neck Tapp.

Who would have thought that it was himself who caused Red Neck to lose control.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in my world?"

"Get out, get out of here, I'm not ready, I'm not ready to spread the brilliance of the goddess..."

"You can't do it." Sigmund sighed.

"No, it's because my heart is not calm enough, I haven't figured it out yet!" He tapped his head vigorously, and a half-truncated candlestick appeared in Red Neck's hand. Temple, nailed deep into the brain.

"I need to calm down, get out and don't disturb me!"

"Since you are aware of the church's mistakes, why don't you correct them? Should you believe in the God given to you by others, or the God in your heart that belongs to you?" Sigmund asked word by word, standing in front of the red neck. .

"I said it, get out!" Red Neck was stunned for a moment, but then the last trace of clarity in his eyes disappeared completely. His body suddenly swelled to three meters high, and the blood-colored robe behind him turned into a skin.

With a slight shake, the blood beads on it were like bullets, hitting Sigmon head to head.

Sigmon stepped back half a step, and when he finished hardening, he swiped his right hand lightly, and his cane transformed into a long whip, clinging to the ground and wrapping around behind the red neck. among roses.

The blue rose roared angrily, and the bullet infused with spiritual power tore apart the defense of the red neck body, punching two deep pits in his chest.

pain! Pain!

He let out a scream, and at the same time, there was a dense crash on the surface of Sigmon's body.

Woo!

The red neck screamed strangely, raised his hand and patted Sigmon, but before Sigmon could react, a sharp pain came from his body, and the whole person was slapped out by the violent force.

"What's the matter, his attack... No, it's not his attack, it's my perception that's wrong."

【Perception Shackles】

Put a mental shackle on the target to reduce its perception of the outside world, including but not limited to hearing, sight, smell, and prejudgment of danger.

"Yeah~www.readwn.com~ This guy's out-of-control is completely different from others. Calmness and madness coexist, so most of the spiritual master's abilities can be used normally."

"It's really difficult!"

At the same time of thinking, because of the dullness of perception and the misleading of senses, Sigmon again made a misjudgment, and was continuously slapped on his body by the attack of the red neck.

The hardened defenses on the surface of the body are on the verge of collapse.

"In that case, I can only try to make you really crazy."

【ignite】

Suddenly the mental shackles disappeared, Red Neck's body froze in place, he struggled to release a dispel to himself, and at this time Sigmon had finished charging.

The power of the ancient gods was activated, and the scarlet blood mist poured into the blue rose pattern.

Bang!

Like a cannon shot, a **** bullet shot into the red neck's brow!